We looked like a family that belonged to the music instead of a family being ruined by it.

“He wasn’t unhappy back then,” Frank said.

“Please don’t let his later words convince you that he was.”

I asked why Frank had stayed friends with him when Dad became so difficult.

Frank didn’t rush his answer.

He said he knew a man who showed up to help neighbors repair storm damage, who worked overtime when a coworker was sick, and who also lost his temper with the person who most needed his tenderness.